Matthew was elusive after that. Busy, I guess? Doing what billionaires do.
And as it turned out guests weren’t a problem, as long as I gave David enough notice to clear it with security and update Matthew's diary so he knew I wasn’t available.
I was actually super excited to see Beny. And I think he was happy to see me—although it was slightly overshadowed by his reaction to the apartment.
“Holy fuckballs,” he said, his bag slipping off his shoulder and thumping onto the floor. “When you said to meet you at Hyde Park, I assumed you were just using it as a landmark and we’d be off to some scuzzy bedsit you were renting in Peckham.”
“Yeah, I’m just crashing here while my c***k den is being repainted.”
Beny turned dazedly, his eyes skidding over glass and silk and marble, much as mine h
